~ Al-rahman ~

[amal_1]

Through The Blackest Night And The Darkest Days
Comes One To He-ll, To See The Soul's Ablaze,
Burning In Their Vile, Wretched Life Of Fault
Scratching Weary Fingers Upon Basalt!

Come And Fathom The Scene Described Here
Where The Dam-ned Suffer In Contempt And Fear,
Ever Knowing That Hope Resides Not In This Place
For Great Sorrow Is Etched Upon Every Sinner's Face.

Never Has A Smile Met This Realm Of Shame
Only Men Who Boast Upon Hearing Their Name,
Sinner's Of Every Nature I Do See
And The Rogue One Forced To His Knees, Now To God Doth Plea.

Within He-ll's Levels, Dwell Many Faces Known
But With Their Lives Gone, Can No Longer Atone,
I Enter This Place Nightly In My Rest
As Guilt And Shame Ignites A Fi-re In My Chest.

I Make My Way Through He-ll Without A Guide
As There Are No Blessings By My Side,
Soon My Heart Bears All My Wrongs In Pain
And Then I Wake And I Cry In Vain.

I See No Changes With My Waking Eyes
No Angel's Soaring Through The Heavenly Skies,
The Flesh Sins As The Soul Has Done Before
But Boiling Ocean's Are Hard To Ignore.

I See The Figure Of Murder Cloaked In Red
I See Adultery Make Home In Another's Bed,
I See Gluttony Burning His Stomach Upon The Rack
I See Idleness With Bare Shoulders And Back.

There Lies Envy, Gawking At Man's Finite Treasure
While Greed Talks On About Earthly Pleasure,
Pride Sits Alone With Defeat Upon His Face
In Despair That He Lost God's Grace.

Often Times I Am Joined By These Miserable Seven
As I Watch Them Denounce The Dweller's Of Heaven,
"Esteem Us Higher," They All Say To Me
They Bathe In Sin, And Want Me To Agree.

I Breathe The Rotten Air Of Those Who Wrong
As I Watch The Weak Devoured By The Strong,
No Need For He-ll In A World Such As This
Where Lies Paradise And Eternal Bliss?

Now I Search For Heaven, Hoping For Peace
And Pray For My Soul's Sweet Release,
I Wish To See The Prophet Through My Tears
Reciting "Al-Rahman" For My Ears.

Where Does The One Of Shattered Faith Repent?
How Do Lost Soul's Implore With Sincere Intent?
Will God Accept My Cries Of Woe And Prayer?
Or Shall My Pleas Not Rise Beyond This World's Air?

In My Chest Lies A Huge Black Hole
As I Gaze Towards Mecca, I See Hope For My Soul,
For Reaching Paradise Is The Ultimate Prize
God's Mercy And Aid, Shall Make My Soul Rise.

Now I Behold What Is Good In Life
And Search For Joy, Not Sorrow And Strife,
For My Long-Lost Faith Is Finally Found
And God's Mercy And Wonder's Do Abound.

The Qur'an And Sunnah Are Heavenly And Pure
They Are The Soul's Ultimate Cure,
They Filled My Empty Heart And Soul With Love
And Through Them I'll Join The Blessed Soul's Above.

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salam sis..great poems u have here...keep them up:)